A sliver of light shines through the dumpster that he is in, "Great, I didn't die, now I will live my life mentally crippled," he thinks, but he notices that he feels fine. He took a deep breath and it feels weird. He feels stronger and more awake and so he stands up. "What the...," he wonders. He has a metallic coating on his skin and wondered what it was. He was surprised that the mercury didn't kill him. Normally by now he would have extensive brain damage but he felt just fine. Confusingly he found that he didn't mind the cold air on his skin, he didn't seem to be affected by the cold air besides getting a bit stiffer. He decided to go out and try to scout for some food. He did not feel hunger though but thought he would save it for later.